Yvette Nash - The no tell motel wife

Taking a second club from the sack, she went back to the bed. She stripped off the robe, and once more spread herself out. Panting eagerly, she carefully slid the golf club's handle into her slippery fuckhole.

She sucked in her breath at the marvelous feeling the thing created in her cunt. Although the handle wasn't as big around as a nice, fat cock, it was close enough for her. What it lacked in width, it made up for in length, which she felt was a fair trade-off.

Gingerly, she sank the club deeper and deeper, until she could hold no more. She tested its firmness with her cuntal muscles, grabbing it, milking it. It was so hard, so cold. Not freezing like the icicles had been, but not warm like a prick, either. Just stiff and cold and so damned filling.

Not able to wait any longer, she began fucking her pussy with the club. The smell of her cunt juice was beginning to get to her, its odor making her hornier. The club was warming up, her hot pussy making it lose its coldness. Her cunthole slurped at the fake prick, her cream dripping down her ass crack.

With a moan of lust, she switched clubs, shivering as the second one slid into her heated body. It wouldn't stay cold long, not in that live volcano. While she worked it in her cunt, she brought the first one to her lips and licked it, tasting her musky moisture. As she fucked herself with the one club, she began sucking on the other, treating both as though they were real cocks.

Writhing passionately, she imagined that Lloyd and Alan were with her, letting her enjoy herself as they drove their pricks into her. If her shitter hadn't been so sore, she would have shoved one of the handles up her ass. Even though her asshole was throbbing, she was tempted to do it anyway, and to hell with the pain. But she didn't want to be too sore for Robert to be able to ass-fuck her later.

As she brought the second club to her mouth and put the first back in her cunthole, she licked hungrily at the slimy handle. Tasting her own juice made her hotter to fuck, more desperate to cum. It reminded her all too well of the three cousins, of how their cocks had tasted with her pussy juice on them. And how their spunk had tasted when they shot off into her sucking mouth.

The girt twisted and lurched, wildly seeking to cum. She whimpered as she struggled to fuck herself to a climax, regretting the fact that a real cock wasn't in her cunt, that a real man wasn't ramming her. She couldn't work the golf club well enough to make it pound into her, to give her aching cunt more of what it needed. Her fingers were wet with her cream, making it harder for her to keep a good grip on the club.

Yet she was accomplishing something with her self-fuck. She could sense her orgasm nearing, gliding closer. Frantically, she drove the handle into her pussyhole, while she sucked the other one almost down her throat. She needed to cum, or she would be too horny for words the rest of the day.

Desperately, she fucked her cunt, straining to give herself a wrenching climax. The bed squeaked as she bucked and twisted, the springs protesting her wild gyrations.

"Nnnnhhhhh!" she moaned, shuddering.

Her pussy spasmed as her orgasm exploded. Again and again her cuntal muscles snapped at the fake cock ripping into her. She had done it; she had made herself cum.

But then it was over, all too quickly, and she realized that her orgasm hadn't been strong enough to suit her. Or to satisfy her burning hunger.

"Shit," she sighed. "I need more than that." As she caught her breath, she realized what it would take to make her cum the way she wanted. Actually, she needed three things. Cocks. Belonging to Alan and Lloyd and Perry. Until her pussy got some real cockmeat, it was going to feel cheated.

Laying the golf clubs aside, she sat up and called the motel. It was still early, not yet nine. Since Robert wouldn't be home until six, that gave her plenty of time for some fooling around.

Alan answered on the second ring, his voice brisk and businesslike. She felt warm and tingly just to hear him.

"Hi," she said. "It's Cynthia. Remember me?"

"I'll never forget you," he replied, his voice huskier. "You aren't having any trouble with your husband, are you?"

"The only trouble I'm having is with sitting down," she admitted, giggling. "Robert likes ass-fucking. A lot, if you guys hadn't helped me out with such things, I don't think I would have a husband today. God, his cock is fat. It really stretches my ass."

"Oh," he grunted. "So, everything's all right?"

"Perfect," she agreed.

"I see," he muttered. "Is this a good-bye call, then? A Dear John over the phone?"

"Hell, no," she murmured seductively. "My ass might be sore, but my pussy isn't. Or my mouth. You, ah, did say that you and Lloyd want a chance at my pussy again, didn't you?"

"When?" he asked so anxiously she had to chuckle.

"I could be there in an hour, if the traffic isn't heavy," she replied thoughtfully. "Or do you have too many guests that you won't have time for me?"

"Honey, even if we did, we'd make time for you," he swore. "Come on out. We'll be looking for you."

"All right," she purred. "Tell your cousins to be ready. You, too, lover. I want to get fucked good and hard, until the bed is soaked with cum. I, uh, tried doing it by myself just now. With a golf club. It was okay, but not great. The way you three guys can make it great."

"A golf club?" Alan gasped. Then he laughed. "Dammit, honey, what were you trying for? A hole-in-one?"

"No, one in a hole," she corrected humorously. "I probably won't have time to fuck each of you twice, not if I want my cunt back to normal before Robert gets home. But, uh, maybe we could do some licking and sucking for an encore. What do you think?"

"I think my cock's gonna pop my zipper," he replied huskily. "Get your Goddamned ass out here, baby. And I mean now."

"You can't be anymore anxious than I am," she replied, adding, "Oh, I think I'd like each of you one at a time for the first round. For the second, well, we can decide that later."

"Cynthia, you're wasting time," Alan pleaded lustfully. "Just get here, okay?"

"Okay," she murmured. "One hour. Be ready."

She hung up and sighed, anticipating a few hours of hot sex with the three studs. First Alan or Lloyd, then Perry. Followed by some hot tonguing and sucking. And later, after Robert got home, a good, gut-wrenching ass-fuck. Or two. Or a long sixty-nine session. The possibilities, she realized, were almost endless.

Smiling happily, the girl hurried to get dressed to go to the motel. With three horny studs waiting to fulfill her every wish, she would be foolish to not rush.

It was only once she got to her car and saw the bags in back that something very important occurred to her. As long as the cousins were willing to fuck her when she asked them to, she wouldn't again need to go shopping to kill a day.

She started the car, a wide grin on her face. A satisfied pussy had to beat just about anything.